Who: Rabastan? Yes! Its him and Theo Nott When: Saturday, October 8, morning Where: Hogsmeade What: Wanting to SEE him! Rating/status: R, for potential sexual content and
Rabastan had found a young man, a very attractive wizard at that, to get a number of hairs from and a picture I.D. That was, before he obliviated his memory. With his polyjuice potion in his flask, Rabastan looked ever bit the student as he wandered about Hogsmeade, waiting and looking for Theo. He'd gotten there a bit early and go into the Hog's Head and paid for a room for the day, on the slim chance that he could convince Theo to come and spend some time with him. It would be ideal: he could let the polyjuice wear off and be his true self with Theo, and then change himself and escort the younger man back to the path to school.
But that was all contingent on Theo coming with him; it was really contingent on Theo wanting to come with him, willingly. Rabastan moved down the street, a bit ahead of the bulk of the students and paused to lean against a building. He wasn't exactly sure if Theo would want to come with him, not now. There was no threat of his father over his head, to discipline Theo if he disobeyed. And Rabastan wasn't quite sure what Theo thought of him; it was odd how much this young man had gotten under his skin and pestered his mind. And even as he stood there, pulling out a cigarette to smoke as he waited, Rabastan kept thinking about what Bellatrix had said to him more than a month ago, "If you are going to treat him as a son, Rab, you must stop this thing you have with him, fucking him...."
She hadn't said that, but she'd meant it in so many words, and it was still something Rabastan was grappling with. The last time he'd been with Theo, he'd done just that-been as paternal as he could find in himself. It hadn't been that difficult, as Theo had been a bit ill; hell, he'd been more than ill if he'd been sent to St. Mungo's once he got to school. But Rabastan had no illusions that he still lusted after the young man. It was in part the reason he'd chosen this body, although he was quite certain that Antigone would appreciate it as well; the female form had been fun but not what Antigone was used to or even wanted as a lover. Thinking of her made Rabastan smirk as he took another drag on his cigarette, his eyes scanning the arriving students as he looked for a familiar form.